Written for 30 Hugs over at LiveLournal. Yay, snarky!Lyude.


It hadn't been his fault. Really.

It was all because of Kalas, the blue-haired bastard. He shouldn't have grabbed him as he walked by; shouldn't have thrown him up against the side of the doorframe; shouldn't have crushed their lips together in a heated battle of mouth and tongue with only wandering hands and low moans to distract them from the kiss.

But he had - damn you Kalas! -, and it was only when Lyude had tried to lean closer that he was forced to jerk back with a cry of pain that was muffled against the other man's lips.

Kalas had mistaken the sound for pleasure and would have continued if Lyude had not - with great effort - managed to push him off.

The confused look on Kalas' face was absolutely priceless.

Or would have been if his head didn't hurt so much.

"...Uhhh...Lyude? Something wrong?" Somehow Kalas still managed to sound worried with a hand on the other man's ass.

"Hair."

"Eh?"

"My hair. It is caught in the door hinge."

There was a stunned silence before Kalas exploded.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You...hair..." The blue-haired man fell backwards to lean against the opposite wall, his face in his hands.

"Oh, man, Lyude. That's what you get for having such girly-long hair..." He trailed off into more snickers.

Lyude sighed and sent the other man a withering look. "Would you please help me?"

Kalas gave him a toothy grin and pushed himself off the wall. "Sure, sure."

He walked over to Lyude and pressed his body full against him. Kalas leaned forward incrementally until their noses were touching - ever so lightly - and reached into his hip pocket. Lyude sucked in a quick breath and felt his eyelids lower as Kalas pulled out a small pocket knife. Kalas raised his hands and placed one on the wall next to Lyude's head. The other - with the knife in it - he pulled up to scrape against the smooth flesh of the other man's cheek. The knife was pulled around to the tangled-up hair in the doorframe. Kalas made a sharp up stroke with the blade and sliced through the auburn threads, effectively releasing Lyude from the hinge's evil grasp.

Kalas leaned forward just a little more. There was the barest touching of lips as he murmured onto Lyude's mouth.

"Better?"

Lyude raised a hand to grasp the back of Kalas' head.

"Of course."

Kalas smiled into his mouth.

"But it is still your fault."


Comments appreciated, but not expected - it's just a drabble.